On the pier, unknowingly, more and more people were standing around watching.
There's going to be a war again.
Secret news spread among the crowd, but there was more excitement and expectation.
It is well known to the world that the people of the Tang Dynasty valued military merit.
It's a pity that most of the troops raised this time are in Jiangnan Road, and there is no chance near Chang'an.
Li Xuan stood on the pier and watched all the officials who were traveling south this time arrive. Then she turned back to the ship and prepared to set off.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the city gate.
Several horses carrying several scholar-looking officials came towards the dock.
The leader was a young official wearing a green robe, followed by a group of high-spirited young men.
From a distance, Li Xuan could see that many of them had hangover red faces.
Although most of these people were strangers, there were also two middle-aged people, whom Li Xuan knew.
Di Renjie, the chief minister of Dali Temple, and Yao Yi, the chief guard of Zuo Jinwu.
Following Yao Yi was his only son Yao Chong.
Following at the end alongside Yao Chong was He Zhizhang.
Di Renjie, Yao Chong, and He Zhizhang, why did these three people get together?
Li Xuan didn't notice that when he saw the green-robed official in front of him, the face of the man who was still left at the bow of the ship turned ugly.
In a blink of an eye, everyone arrived in front of Li Xuan. One person stood up and dismounted first, and the others followed suit.
A young official with a clear face, wearing a green official robe, walked closer and solemnly raised his hand to Li Xuan: "I have met the King of Nanchang, Yang Jiong, who is waiting to be made in the Hongwen Hall."
"Sir, please get up." Li Xuan quickly helped Yang Jiong up, and then said with a helpless smile: "It turns out that the man I met by chance in Qujiang Pond yesterday was sir. Xiao Wang often heard Mr. Zian talking about him. He is extremely talented and outstanding in the world. If I knew it was Mr. yesterday, I should have chatted with him more."
Yesterday, when returning from Zhongnan Town and visiting Qujiang Pool, the couple Li Xuan met was Yang Jiong and his wife.
Fate is so wonderful, sometimes it is really sad.
Yang Jiong smiled slightly and said: "I never thought that the person I saw yesterday was the prince. As for Wang Zi's words, he is quite good. He still has some self-awareness. It's a pity that the world is stupid and stubborn. Wang Yang Luluo is so shameless. Queen, I am so ashamed of myself."
The corners of Li Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Shame on the queen, shame on Lu Qian.
Only Yang Jiong can say this.
Yang Jiong thought he was more talented than Wang Bo, but he felt inferior to Lu Zhaolin.
However, Li Xuan and Yang Jiong only meet each other. Is it really okay to be so straightforward?
Li Xuan slightly cupped her hands and asked, "I wonder if you have any other business here today?"
"By order of the Prince's Palace, we send the King of Nanchang eastward." Yang Jiong's face became solemn, and he turned around and slightly cupped his hands in the direction of the Prince's Palace.
After Yang Jiong finished speaking, a person from behind came forward with a tray, a wine bottle, and a wine glass.
He was not a chamberlain in the East Palace. He looked to be several years older than Yang Jiong. He was tall and handsome. Although he was dressed in plain clothes, he could still tell that he was a civil servant.
Yang Jiong quickly introduced: "This is Song Zhiwen, who was a successful candidate in the Yihai imperial examination. Now, he is the director of Hongwen Hall."
"Song Zhiwen has met the Prince of Nanchang." Song Zhiwen bowed to Li Xuan very politely. Although his attitude was polite, there was a hint of arrogance in his words.
"I've met Song Sizhi." Li Xuan returned the favor very politely.
Although Song Zhiwen's character was not good, his literary reputation was still good.
Seeing Yang Jiong, Song Zhiwen, He Zhizhang, Yao Chong and others gathered together, Li Xuan probably understood what was going on.
Yang Jiong smiled slightly and said: "We were drinking in the city last night, so we stayed at the hotel together. Today we happened to receive the prince's order at the same time, and later we met Uncle Yao and Di Si Cheng who came to see the king off, so we came together. Already."
"That's it." Li Xuan nodded in confusion.
Yang Jiong took a step forward, cupped his hands towards Li Xuan and said, "Your Majesty is going east to Silla this time. Yang Jiong is not talented, so I was ordered to write a poem to see the King off."
Li Xuan's brows suddenly raised, and he was ordered to see him off and compose an edict and write poems.
The Tang Dynasty sent troops to conquer Silla. Although the emperor did not come to the altar to pay homage to the general, at least the prince and the prime minister had to see each other off.
But Li Xuan was in a hurry to leave now. Not only the emperor, but also the prince and prime minister had no time to see him off.
So at this time, I don't know who had a bad idea with Li Xian, asking him to send Yang Jiong, one of the four great talents of the Tang Dynasty, to see Li Xuan off.
Also coming was Song Zhiwen, who was a Jinshi in the previous subject.
Although Zhiwen of the Song Dynasty was not the number one scholar in his last subject, his poetic talent was the best among all, otherwise he would not have been promoted to Hongwen Hall.
It's just that Yang Jiong seemed to be a little disgusted in his heart, and Song Zhiwen was also a little dissatisfied. After all, poetry is about conveying emotions and describing scenes, and it is difficult to produce good works by force.
Li Xuan agrees with this point, but there is nothing he can do about it according to the prince's decree.
Li Xuan slightly arched her face towards Yang Jiong and said with sincerity: "If you like, I have Mr. Lao and Mr. Wang Tingting's masterpiece."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome."
Li Xuan's attitude made Yang Jiong's expression soften a little, and he pondered for a moment. Yang Jiong looked at the three official ships in front of him and said slowly: "
The Heavenly General descends from the Three Palaces, and the Star Gate summons five soldiers. Sitting on the temple strategy, Wen Xiong is standing there flying.
Red Earth Meteor Sword, Wuhao Mingyue Bow. The Qiuyin generates the Shu Road, and murderous aura surrounds Huangzhong.
The wind and rain are different in any year, but Qin Zun is the same on this day. You can't see it from the pavilion, the river flows from west to east. "
"The Red Earth Meteor Sword, the Wuhao Mingyue Bow. The Qiuyin gave birth to the Shu Road, and murderous aura surrounded Huangzhong." Li Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous aura came out of his expression.
Yang Jiong suddenly felt awe-inspiring.
Li Xuan nodded solemnly and praised: "What a murderous statement that fills Huangzhong."
Raising his head, Li Xuan's eyes were fixed on the bow of the ship, where Silla's envoy Qin Yujiagang was standing.
The sharp eyes are like countless blade storms, constantly cutting back and forth around the obtuse angle.
If Li Xuan's eyes were really like sword blades, then Qin Dujiaogan would have been completely injured.
Taking a deep breath, Li Xuan turned around and bowed deeply to Yang Jiong: "Thank you sir for your generous gift."
Yang Jiong shook his head and said, "To be honest with the king, this poem is an old poem, but today I saw the prince's spirit, and now I suddenly feel that it is more appropriate to the occasion."
Li Xuan quickly handed over her hand and said, "Sir, that's a ridiculous compliment. As long as you don't think that Xiao Wang is not worthy of this poem, that's fine."
Yang Jiong did not look at Li Xuan anymore, but turned to look at Song Zhiwen, and said calmly: "Brother Yanqing is very talented. Why don't you write a poem today and give it to the King of Nanchang to make you stronger."
"Since brother Ming Ming said this, I have no choice but to do it with all my strength." Song Zhiwen cupped his hands with a wry smile, and then his face became solemn: "
Ji Qiu resigned from the country and traveled thousands of miles. There is no break in the strict process, wading through Feng Shui day and night.
The insulting purple clay book is written in the blue clouds. Qiyan implements my policy and touches the vassal's inner shame.
There are many people at the same time, and the swords and shoes are heard in the courtyard. Baiyue is gone, his soul is broken, and his doubts are dead.
There are many immortals in foreign countries, and you forget your age when you explore them. The southern sky is long and far away, and the harvest has been harvested for a long time. "
"What a great person, with swords and shoes in the courtyard." Li Xuan raised his hands to Song Zhiwen and said, "No matter what happens today, I can't get through with the sword."
Song Zhiwen smiled calmly and said: "Your Majesty sends troops to Silla, so he should send you poems and swords."
"Thank you, Mr. Yanqing!" Li Xuan thanked him seriously. Song Zhiwen may not have a good character, but his poetic talent is one of the best in the world. I really admire him.
"The two of us have finished the edict, why don't you, Prince Ruo, also come to sing and share the hospitality." Yang Jiong said, his eyes already looking at Li Xuan.
Although Li Xuan was the king of the current dynasty, the title of his poem was equally impressive. After all, the title of King of Sanqiu was recognized by the emperor.
Husband's ambition is not to be ashamed, but he is quite ambitious.
These two poems alone were enough for Li Xuan to gain a foothold in the literary world at that time, but it was only a foothold.
After all, there were before
Wang Yang Luluo, followed by Song Zhiwen, Liu Xiyi, He Zhizhang, Yao Chong and others, and Du Shenyan was inserted in the middle. Li Xuan still needs a lot of effort if he wants to really stand out.
"The two gentlemen are extremely talented, but Xuan's talents are shallow and need to be sorted out." Li Xuan raised his head and looked at He Zhizhang behind the crowd, beckoned him over, and said specifically: "Brother Ji Zhen, you still need trouble now. You buy some time for my brother."
Li Xuan didn't realize that He Zhizhang had actually mixed up with Yang Jiong, Song Zhiwen and these people.
But think about it, He Zhizhang's current talent and learning may not be close to the number one scholar, but he is quite qualified to be a Jinshi.
"How dare you disobey your orders, little brother." He Zhizhang bowed deeply to Li Xuan.
How could he not know that what he did today would surely make a profound mark in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty.
Just like a few months ago, Du Shenyan went south to serve in Shuzhong, and Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, King Luo Bin, and Song Zhiwen sent him off one after another.
Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" and Song Zhiwen's "Farewell to Du Changshi at Bashuiqu on March 3rd" were both excellent works at that time.
There is a famous saying from time to time.
Although there are no Wang Bo and King Luo Bin today, Yang Jiong is here, and the King of Nanchang is also here. Together with him He Zhizhang, the prosperity of today's writing style will never be inferior to that of that day.
After thinking for a while, He Zhizhang said: "I often suffer from blocked arteries and veins, and reoccurrence of intestinal bleeding. Farewell to my friends brings back the sorrow of the past."
The long clouds are sunny and half rainy, and the east grass is summer before autumn. Send it to the city thousands of miles away, which will not cause any worries to the Han Dynasty. "
"Sending thousands of miles across the sea will not cause worries to the Han Dynasty." Yang Jiong looked at He Zhizhang with a surprised face. He Zhizhang had written a poem for Li Xuan before, which attracted the attention of Yang Jiong and others, that is, these two days We just met for the first time.
Yang Jiong admired He Zhizhang's gorgeous literary talent, but today's sentence "Sending it to a city thousands of miles away will not cause any worries to the Han Dynasty" really surprised him.
Li Xuan nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at Di Renjie and Yao Chong on the other side, and said, "Two of you, which one of you will come first?"
"I won't join in the fun when I'm a lower official." Di Renjie quickly waved his hand. He took the law exam, not the Jinshi exam, nor the scholar exam, so he didn't need to take the poetry exam strictly.
It’s not that Di Renjie didn’t have poetic talent, it’s just that today, when all the talented people are here, there’s no need to show off his little ink.
Li Xuan's eyes fell on Yao Chong. Yao Chong will also take part in the imperial examination next year. Although he has obtained the qualifications to become an official, he needs to obtain a good ranking in the imperial examination if he wants to get a better appointment.
The scene that has been set up now is equivalent to making him famous.
Taking a slight step forward, Yao Chong spoke slowly under his father's surprised gaze: "You Yu stopped his celestial stilts and climbed up to face the clear sky. The riverbanks were reflected in the sky, and the rock birds echoed in vain.
The wind plays music in the wild, and the clouds in the mountains make tassels. Today, on the hills and valleys, there is a happy little Peng Ying. "
"Today, on the hills and valleys, I am happy to see Little Pengying." Li Xuan raised her eyebrows and muttered softly: "Yes, yes, Little Pengying, Little Pengying, Japan is called Big Pengying, Dongdao is called Little Pengying, Yao Xiandi There may be valleys in my heart."
Li Xuan admired Yao Chong, especially his poem, which was indeed excellent.
Li Xuan raised his head and looked at Qin Obt. Jiaogan above. Qin Obt. Jiaogan's face turned pale. He always felt that these songs today were deliberately aimed at him.
One is "Murderous around Huangzhong", one is "Taiting Mingjian Lu", one is "Sent from Wanli Haicheng", and the other is "Happy Little Pengying", the murderous aura is pointed directly at Silla.
Looking at the look on Qin Yujiaoqian's face, Li Xuan knew that this guy's mind had been destroyed enough, and there was no need to add another blow.
"Your Majesty." Yang Jiong suddenly spoke, looking at Li Xuan with piercing eyes, as did everyone present.
All the works have arrived, now all we have to do is wait for Li Xuan.
